Luke's keen eyesight noticed that everyone's attention was focused on the four tall figures in the center of the dance floor.

Even when they talk to each other, their eyes do not leave them.

It wasn't until Luke's appearance that he attracted some people's attention.

Luk, unconcerned by the men, walked steadily forward to a table next to the dance floor: "Alexander, it's time for us to calculate."

Alexander, who was sitting on the edge of the semi-circular sofa, looked strange: "you Who is that? "

Luke chuckled. This time his accent was African American with an English accent: "how dare you not sell me a suit! Do you really think I don't care about your ragged tailor's clothes? Go to hell, asshole! "

As he said this, he pulled his left hand between his legs and raised it with a shot.

PA!

Alexander didn't respond. There was a bullet hole in the middle of his forehead and he fell on the sofa.

Almost at the same time Luke pulled out his gun, a figure came out of Alexander's side.

Bang!

In the dreary sound, the figure was kicked back to the sofa by Luke, covering his face, which suddenly flattened a lot, and cried bitterly.

All of a sudden there was a little quiet around.

Except for the still deafening dance music, all other sounds were suspended for a moment.

Then, a number of people shouted.

"He killed Alexander!"

"Alexander is dead!"

"Kill him!"

These are the shouts of the onlookers.

"Ah ~ ~" this is the model's scream.

Vanessa's three girlfriends are silent, but they just slowly back away from here.

The British African accent rings again: "I'm only looking for Alexander's trouble. Don't provoke me, because I have a bad temper. If I get angry, I will kill people. "

Around the crowd, suddenly a voice began in disbelief: "you are Day walker?! "

As soon as the words came out, the crowd around suddenly backed away.

A lot of people are frightened and angry, but there is more fear in them, just like meeting a natural enemy.

Luke looked around and was stunned: what kind of day walker? I'm just fooling you around. You should hurry up and hide!

Fortunately, these people didn't mean to let him go.

After some distance, the people around him gradually gathered around him and walked around him slowly, like wolves looking for opportunities to attack.

Luke was relieved: he didn't put himself on the shelf at last! It seems that it's better to do things simply.

When he pulled out the back hand of his right hand, the long knife at the back came out of its sheath, and the silver blade flickered under the light of the dance floor, which made people around him in a commotion.

Looking at the people around him, Luke became more and more curious: how could they seem to be scared away? This situation is not right!

But the long knife in his hand did not hesitate, the silver flash, split to a man a few meters away.

At the same time, his figure suddenly came to the man.

Poop!

The man just raised his hand in horror, and the silver light flashed across his neck. A head flew up, and a blood column came out of his neck.

Luke's figure has been far away, and the long knife that has been split follows the trend.

Poop!

A little bow forward, two claws wide open, make offensive gesture of the woman action pause, and then head also fell off.

Several people shouted around the dance floor.

"It's him! It's him! "

"He's a day Walker!"

"He is the blade!"

Just then, there was a loud bang at the bar door, and the two doors were kicked in.

A black figure came in, swept around the field of vision, and showed the only white part: "who is calling me?"

A bunch of people on the dance floor were stunned.

Even Luke, who had just killed them, stopped and looked at the man at the door with interest.

The air was quiet again for a moment.

The heads of a group of people are almost the same movement - first look at the door, then look at Luke on the dance floor.

Some industrious people even looked back and forth two or three times in a second.

Luke and the visitor were also in sight.

On the dance floor, the bodies and heads of two men and women who had just been decapitated by him exploded into a spark, which disappeared.

Luke looked up at the visitor with his head askew? Or the blade? "

Visitor: "all of them. Who are you? "

Luke pondered for a moment and said, "an enthusiastic crowd against racism?"

From:

Four models:

Bar people:"Get rid of them. They're all together." At last there was a voice in the bar.

Luke looks sideways: you don't seem to spill!

Although he and the newcomer have guns, long knives, black clothes and gray black clothes, they are obviously two styles!

At least he is not a non chieftain!

But the people in the bar didn't think so much. Someone made an order and everyone moved.

Many people pointed guns at the two.

Luke and the man raised their guns almost at the same time.

Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa!

Several of the gunmen were killed at once.

These are all normal human beings, but it's not good people to escort vampires here.

Luke's target is almost a shot. Most of the targets are killed by random guns.

To eliminate the gunmen, the two seemed to have a sharp heart. They took the center line of the dance floor as the boundary, killing from left to right.

The movements of the two men were also very similar, they were spears inserted back and long knives swung.

In the strong music of the dance floor, the two men stepped on the rhythm, flying with long knives in their hands, chopping and chopping on a famous person.

Most of the people who rushed forward were killed and turned into sparks and ashes. A few of them left their bodies.

In less than a minute, the two stood opposite each other again.

This time, they were separated on the dance floor, leaving only the bodies of more than 20 human bandits.

Someone pinched a man's neck in his hand and looked at Luke's long knife. "Your weapon can't do it."

As he said this, he inserted a knife into the back heart of the person he held, and the long knife passed through the body.

The man screamed and exploded into a spark.

"To kill them effectively, you need to use silver weapons, or concentrate allicin and ultraviolet light." The visitor takes back the empty left hand, dances out a flower with the long knife in his right hand, and inserts the knife back into the scabbard behind.

Luke raised his eyebrows. "Thank you for reminding me. I'll pay attention next time."

The visitor grinned: "next time?"

Luke also danced a flower in his hand. The long sword went back to its sheath. The action was almost the same as that of the stranger: "they have offended me."

"Don't be bitten by them, or I will kill you together."

As soon as he waved, he turned around and left.

The black windbreaker danced with his movements, revealing the dark red lining inside, like blood.

Luke watched helplessly as he left: Hey, you're too much of a match! Why do I wash the floor every time?